I look back on where I’m from, look at the woman I’ve become,
and the strangest things seem suddenly routine.–“Wig in a Box,” Hedwig and the Angry Inch
It’s strange how quickly you get to a place where conceiving naturally seems like such a foreign concept, and going to the doctor becomes your norm. Just add it to the family to-do list. So I did my usual today, visiting The RE for IUI #4.
The Husband went and did his thing at 9 a.m., then I showed up at 10 a.m. and was taken back almost immediately. The RE said the post-wash count was 17-million, and they look for anything above 12-million, so we’re okay there and he was happy with that. There was a doctor-in-training dude there today (resident? intern? not sure) who was going to do the IUI, but he had trouble positioning the speculum, which has always been the case, I’m told because the orientation of my cervix is a bit off from norm. He said to The RE, “I think we’re going to need the tenaculum.” I’ve heard that the tenaculum HURTS, so I was glad when The RE said he’d give it a try first, and with some manipulation that was a bit uncomfortable, he finally managed to get it in place. Whew! This time I could feel the poke of the catheter inside my uterus, which made it cramp for a few minutes, but it was fine by the time I left there. I laid on the table for five minutes, then was allowed to get dressed and leave.
I did ask about timing for next month if it falls over the Thanksgiving weekend (and then probably again over Christmas weekend). He said they’ll do IUIs over the weekend but try their hardest not to do it on Thanksgiving Day, Christmas Eve, or Christmas Day. They also will not do monitoring over the holiday weekend when they’re closed, and if the timing continues to be the same, it’s likely that BOTH would fall over Thanksgiving weekend — plus there’s the element that I’m not even sure if we’re going to be here that weekend. So I asked about taking a couple weeks of birth control pills to manipulate the cycle and switch the timing so it’s not over the upcoming holiday weekends, and he was perfectly fine with that if that’s what I want to do. So if I get to cycle day 1 again, I’ll take a couple weeks of BCP, get a new period, and that’s the one we’ll use for the next cycle. I hate anything that delays all this even more, but I think it’ll be worth it to avoid the stress of figuring out how the timing is going to work out around the holidays during an already stressful time of year.
So now I’m back at that place where I’ve found myself so many times before. And I hope in two weeks, I find myself in that place where I’ve rarely found myself. The Nurse asked me today, “Do you feel like it’s your lucky day?” and I replied, “Geez, I hope so, because I’m certainly due for some good luck here!”